Goodbye Nimbus

Sky walks on childhood white cloud dreams— Wind's gist, my puffy pillows, undo; stunned With tastes of sugar rain in coffee mug— Dropped out of the air, I break in streams That trickle down her nose; withdrawn in A memory walking home from play, The sunset a strange blue fade that day, Songbirds fleeing norther; she's hushed them With the sky's rivers of crime, A girlhood doll robbed by rainfall's stealth— The eternal crack in me herself— To weather out, when by time.